La Luna Siempre Es Muy Linda [English translation]

I remember my father's face

like a hole in the wall,

bedsheets stained with mud,

a dirt floor.

My mother day and night working,

cries and screams.

Playing angel and devil

playing the son who will not be born,

candles always lit,

one must take refuge in something.

Where does the money come from

to pay the faith?

(Spoken:)

I do not remember that from the sky

a glorious harvest has fallen

nor that my mother had had

a little peace,

nor that my father had stopped

drinking.

(Sung:)

They scare the poor so much

so that they swallow all their pains

so that their misery is covered by images.

The moon is always very pretty

and the sun dies every evening.

So I want to shout:

I believe in nothing

except in the heat of your hand

with my hand,

so I want to shout:

I believe in nothing

except in the love

of human beings.

(Spoken:)

Who can silence the beat

of a heart throbbing

or the shout of a woman

bearing a child?

Who?

• Artist:Victor Jara